HERE IT IS PEEPS! The one you've all been waiting for... FOURTHWHEEL FOURTHWHEEL FOURTHWHEEL FOURTHWHEEL YASSSSSSS!!!!!!!
She's sassy, he's calm, she's classy, he's dull, but they were born to be together.
He's got glasses and she skips classes, but they're still a match.
Bonnie's POV
Labels. Labels everywhere. Like right now, I can see the populars squealing in a corner, Kyla Robinson kicking the losers' butts, the outcasts blocking half the corridor, the band boys (and girls) screaming their heads off to this new hot song that came out literally a second ago, the fangirls/boys yelling "OMG I SHIP IT! OMG HE/SHE DIED! OMG THIS NEW EPISODE/BOOK/GAME/FILM IS COMING OUT TOMORROW! OMG THE FEELS! OMG THE HYPE!", and the nerds chilling in the library.
They're all pretty much stereotypical, course. Some aren't, like one nerd/loser I know isn't a loser at all, and one fangirl is so calm you wouldn't believe it. And one popular doesn't squeal and fangirl/boy over hot boys/girls and gossip about absolutely everything, aka yours truly.
I attempted to make my way through the corridor unnoticed, but of course it failed. No one can fail to notice the supposedly "hottest and most popular girl ever". All eyes were on me. And as always, it was completely silent. Apart from one screech like an cat exercising its claws on a car.
"Hi, Bon-bon!" Squealed a high-pitched voice. Kyla Robinson.
"Don't you want to come over and talk with us? You are a popular, after all." Her long sparkly fingernails dug deep into arm. That look in her eyes made it seem more like she wanted to murder me. I batted it away.
"If you call kicking people's butts talking, then no thank you. I'd rather do it the old fashioned way, by opening and closing my mouth."
Kyla was speechless, again. She's got a bigger mouth than her brain will ever be. I walked down the corridor into the library, and sat down on a chair next to a familiar dark-haired nerd.
"Hey!" I waved my hands in front of his glasses. "Attention please!"
"Sh!" He said, not looking up. "I'm working on a project for- Oh. It's you."
"It's me alright. What's that project of your's, then?"
"N-nothing!" He blushed.
"Oh, come on, Max, you can tell me! You tell me everything!"
The librarians glanced at us. The brown-haired woman just looked away, but the blonde guy glared at us and whisper-yelled "SHHH!!"
I rolled my eyes. Typical librarians.
"It's nothing, Bonnie. That plan's gonna fail anyway. So much for my private info.."
"What private info?"
"Kyla said unless I get a date by today she would hack into my private folder."
"Max, you know she isn't smart enough to do that! And you could have asked me!"
"Wh-what?"
"I said, Kyla isn't smart enough-"
"No, I meant you wanted me to ask you out?"
"Well, duh!" I sighed. I'd thought he'd noticed already.
"Oh. Ok then."
"Say it!"
He sighed, blushing furiously. "B-b-bonnie, d-d-do you-" he stopped and took a deep breath, then started again, leaning forward to whisper in my ear.
"Bonnie, do you want to go out with me?"
I smiled.
"Of course.
